Time suck

O.k., guy's, look to the right upper corner of this page. Do you see me? It's just like I'm right there next to you, laughing at one of my jokes that no one else gets. (just smile and nod)

I've spent countless hours uploading and organizing photos on Flicker, or is it down loading? Either way, countless hours of wasted time was spent on making my life completely visible for you guys- and there's more to come. Except for the naked pictures, those I did not upload/download. And I've got some great ones, boy howdy! The one I'm thinking of was used for Chris's 30th birthday party invite. I'll just say that he won't be vacuuming in his birthday suit anymore when I'm around. Too bad.

So this is how you see them. Click on my face. Easy-cheesy. It will send you to my flicker page with all of my 'Sets' visible. Click on a set that interests you and there you go- My life! Yup, You'll see that I hardly went to school and used most of my student loans for traveling, but think of the life experience that I've gained. That ought to land me a high paying job for my next career. My resume will read something like this:

"Personal interests and skills: Taco Stand guru, able to adapt to a variety of languages with the aid of charades and no bathing required."

On a more serious note, I read the story below on Dooce's blog. It's my favorite blog, other than mine of course. The story is pretty intense and might make you cry. But please read it, and if you have the heart, become a foster parent or adopt a child.

Disclaimer: What you're going to read next is a little touchy feel-y. Please bare with me.

Some one told me recently that they believe the Bible was written from a Socialist perspective. I've been struggling with the meaning of this for a while now. All religion aside, I think that their statement presents a solid lesson to be learned. This is what I've taken from it:

Open up your heart and find your talent. Use it. You owe it to those around you- your community. It's the least that you can do.

Thanks for reading that. I won't get mushy again, promise, at least not for a while.

Here's the story, get a cup of coffee and a box of tissue.

"The authorities had discovered the rarest and most pitiable of creatures: a feral child."